She lay there; the covers kicked off, lying in a pile at the foot of her bed. The night was sultry, the air in the room felt heavy. The storm that had knocked out the electric did nothing to cool the night air down. It was over 100 degree’s and it was well past midnight. Her bedroom window was wide open, and the wind that blew in from the remainder of the storm did little to cool her off. The only light that could be seen was from the candle that she had lit beside her bed. The candle danced with the breeze that blew in, casting a flickering glow on the wall of her small bedroom.
“Why in the hell I moved here I will never know.” Amy thought to herself as she lay there miserably.
Amy born and raised in the Sierra Mountain’s, she was use to a cooler climate. Dreamily she thought of the weather there. She was fortunate if it got to 80 degree’s in the heat of the summer. Yet it was already October, and in Florida, it seemed to matter very little. Granted the natives of the area proclaimed that this was the hottest fall they had seen yet, but the humidity was insufferable. For over the last week the temperatures seemed to soar into the triple digits, and at night, there seemed to be little to no relief from the scorching heat, or the suffocating humidity. The only thing Amy did count on was the central air unit in her small apartment. But tonight that was not an option, getting up and walking to the window, she could see nothing, it was pitch black, all the lights within her small community, and from what she could see from her window, the entire town, were out.
She stood at the window, allowing the breeze to run over her body, standing there it seemed to caress her nude body. The sweat that had been pouring down between her breasts, across her flat belly, down her long legs, seemed to amplify the sensation of the breeze caressing her body. Almost like a lover’s touch, gently, methodically, and experienced, the breeze licked between her breasts, her inner thighs, her ass.
Following the caressing path of her newfound lover, Amy began to run her hand over her own body. Totally unaware of the man about 10 feet in front of her hidden in the shadows of the apartment building, she was just as oblivious to the fact that the candle in her bedroom left Amy basked in the glow of candlelight, against a totally dark night.
The breeze felt deliciously wicked. Wanting more Amy thought that sitting on the verandah she would be totally unseen by anyone and her freedom of exploring her own body in public places would be unnoticed. Just the idea of being caught heightened her sexual desire, turning her on, urging her to throw caution and modesty aside. Grabbing her black bag, she threw on a robe, grabbed a blanket out of the closet, and walked out to the verandah.
The grounds between the apartment were barren of people, the only noises that could be heard where the sounds of the night, totally dark, and totally quiet. The grass was wet from the recent rain, and the air smelled fresh. Amy inhaled the scent of fresh cut grass after the rain; feeling more at ease and more relaxed.
He saw her then, just a mere shadow coming out of her front door. He heard her gentle footsteps on the concrete; it was a mere utter of the flesh hitting stone.
Amy looked around here again, swearing she had heard a sound not far from her. The moon began peeked through the clouds occasionally shedding some light for short periods of time, just to hide again.
“Just a cat on the hunt,” Amy smiled wickedly to herself when she looked around, seeing nothing, and not hearing the noise again. “Ah to be a cat, to prowl the night, to tame the savage desire that runs through your veins, to fuck, and never see the mate again,” Amy thought. What a life that would be. Strangers lusting, loving, leaving, no remorse, no morals to hinder the thrill, the kill, “Yes, that would be the life,” Amy said out loud as she laid the blanket in the still damp grass, feeling the breeze cooling her off for the first time tonight.
She lay back on the blanket, looking at the night sky; the dark angry storm clouds had passed to leave large puffy clouds after its calm. The wind blew the clouds past the moon, stars were visible around the clouds, and the glow of the moon bounced off of the large luminous shapes. As Amy lay back on the blanket, her short cream silk robe fell open a bit, just exposing her legs, but the breeze kicked up, and blew the silk around her, rubbing the silk against her nipples, hardening them with its touch. She felt the breeze lick against her inner thighs, and a small moan escaped her lips, it had been a few months since she had been sexually involved, and the breeze felt like a lover, gently stroking her inner thighs and she opened to greet him.
Her fantasies took over, Amy closed her eyes, and began thinking of her perfect lover, his caress, his encouragement while watching her explore her own body, watching her as she masturbated for him, and him alone. Amy began running her hands over her breast as she fantasized about his hands rubbing her nipples, making them hard, his words of encouragement urging her to touch herself. She moved her hands over her nipples, bringing them both to a hard peek, then running her hands over the flat of her belly to her inner thighs.
She reached down and began rubbing her clit. Her fantasies of this man watching her rub her clit, she envisioned him nude, stroking his hard cock in his reaction to watching her. She was wet, and the raw desire built inside of her as she inserted one finger, and began moving her fingers in and out, taking the other hand she rubbed her clit.
He watched as she lay down, and her robe flew open, exposing her naked body to him. A lovely vision unfolded before him, her long shapely legs spread wide open, her breasts exposed, their lovely buds peaked. Covered by the night, he could not be seen as he stroked his hard cock as she fingered herself.
He watched as the moon basked her in a lovely glow, her ivory skin glowing as she stroked her pussy. His own cock hard, throbbing, he wanted to see more.
She continued rubbing her clit as she thrust her hips. Inserting one finger she began moving her hand as she fingered herself, a delicious feeling, to feel her own hot, wet pussy cocoon her fingers, like a silk glove. Her other hand continuing to tease her rosy buds.
She heard the foot steps approach, and looked up, to see a young man approach her from out of the dark recesses of the building, he was attractive, the moon lit his face just enough to see him.
It turned her on; he was standing there like a vision from her fantasy. She was not totally sure that she saw him, but he stood there stroking his cock, he was hard and clearly turned on by the show she was giving him.
His own reaction to watching her spurred her on, he likes to watch she thought, tonight I will be the cat, and he the prey.
She looked the young stranger in the eyes, and licked her lips, letting him know that the invasion of her privacy was more than welcome.
She kept her eyes locked with his as she stood up, and disrobed totally. He looked at her body with clear appreciation in his eyes. Her body was bared to him, her large ample breasts were excited, her rosy nipples hard. Her flat belly led to a well-groomed pussy.
“Yes, you are beautiful,” was all the stranger said.
She lay back down on the blanket, no hint of shame or reluctance. She lie down, and spread her legs, wanting him to see it all, wanting to show him everything.
She began again rubbing her nipples, and her clit. Her own reactions were expressed in her moans, in her thrusting of her hips.
She watched as his expression changed. The lust in his eyes was clear. He began stroking his cock again as he watched her insert her fingers back into her hot pussy.
“Yes, I want to watch you finger yourself.” He said again, as he watched her insert her fingers.
